Ginger, do you know who I am?

You're from the XWF, right?

Smart girl. Yeah, my name is Jennifer. I'm from HR. I just want to go over some preliminary things for you. Is now a good time.

I look at Georgie, he's watching me intently. He knows what the call is, he's waiting to see what I say or do. I can see the look of fear in his eyes. He's afraid that I'm going to abandon him. I stammer through my answer.

I can talk, yes.

Good. Now, first and foremost, you will be assigned to compete on Monday Madness with us. This is the XWF's developmental brand. It is not to say you're a poor wrestler, just to establish a fanbase for you, and see how well you do. The change to developmental will take place after the show on the 15th. The 15th will be your debut match. Are you understanding so far?

I think so. You want to test me out, and see how well I compete before putting me into the main stage, right? But, this week's match will still be considered part of the main stage.

Yeah, good. Now, we need to discuss your in ring personality.

What in ring personality? Aren't I supposed to go out there and just be Ginger? I mean, I've encountered a few people from the XWF already, and they're all pretty much the same as they are in and out of ring.

Well, yeah, but they're not you. See, you're a nice girl. The fans don't want to see that. They want to see you get mean, and see you get slutty.

I'm not changing my personality for a cheque. I won't go out there and be something I'm not. I'm gonna go out and fight as Ginger and win their hearts with my smile.

Not exactly the smartest of moves, but fine. We don't have a women's division, so you'll be competing with men. Is that ok with you?

I guess. I mean, Chyna did it in the WWF for a while. You said I'm scheduled to debut on this Madness?

Yeah, you have a match. A six man match to see who faces the current Hart Champion in a title match later on in the show.

We have a heart title? And you thought I wouldn't be liked because of my kindness!

Hart. Like Owen. It's not a belt for people with a lot of Heart. Anyway, the current champion is Loverboy Vinnie Lane.

Oh! I dealt with him. I thought he was a butch lesbian. I didn't know he was a man.

His name is Vinnie. That wasn't a clue?

Not really. I mean, look at the hair, no man has hair like that. There's no split ends, no frizz, it's perfect. And those cheekbones. I know women who would kill for them. He'd make a very pretty woman. Albeit a butch one. A pretty butch woman.

I'm not sure how he'd take it.

Not sure. But who am I fighting in this match?

Aerial Knight. Marek Mathews. Mastermind. The Mercenary. And Pike Andrews.

But, that's only 5 people. You said a six man match.

I hear her audibly sigh on the phone. Apparently she does not appreciate my confusion.

You're the sixth man, Ginger.

Oh! I thought it was six men and then me. Ok. Sorry. Are any of them good fighters?

I don't know, Ginger. It's not my job to follow them. It's my job to tell you about the work, and nothing else. I have to go do something.

What?

Anything but talk to you. You'll have a plane ticket awaiting you at the airport Sunday, flight is at 1.

She hung up, and I turned to face Georgie. He didn't look happy.

You're leaving me today, aren't you?

Nope. You've got me until Sunday. Then I head to the airport, and then you and Johnny can watch me on telly on Monday. I need to call Johnny. Then, we'll go out for lunch.

I walk over and kiss Georgie on the cheek before picking up my phone and dialing up Johnny's number. It rings twice and then someone answers.

Hey, Ginger.

Come over, Johnny. I want to take you and Georgie out to lunch, and tell you my news. Please.

You know what? Ginger, I can't. I can't do this. I told you that I love you, and I've told you that a few times before. You clearly don't feel the same, and I can't deal with that right now.

Johnny, if you don't know I love you yet, then you're just blind. You and George are the only people in my life I can't lose. You and Georgie are the only two I need in my corner.

Then why don't you let me help you?

Because I need to be able to take care of Georgie on my own somehow. What if I lose you? What if it's just him and me again at some point? We need to know that I can do this. Please come over.

He sighs, and I hear it. Why does everyone sigh when they're talking to me?

Fine, babe. Give me twenty minutes to get ready, then I'll be over.

I'll be here waiting.

I'll see you soon.

Hey, Johnny?

Yes.

I love you.

He hung up the line. I turned to Georgie.

Go shower, Georgie. We're gonna go eat.

I ran off to the bathroom, and George wheeled down to his bathroom. I dropped my dress, and hopped in the shower, the water felt good rushing through my hair. I washed and rinsed, and dried off. I put on a cute little sparkly top and some plain jeans. I grab my cute rainbow socks and put them on my feet before going to the mirror and brushing my hair. I can't have it looking bad for Jonathon. I told him that I love him, now I need to show him. My hair looks perfect, and I feel pretty. Now, I just need the right pair of shoes to match. I run to my closet and start digging through my shoes. I know the pair I need, but I struggle to find them. Tossing shoes over my shoulder as I search, I begin to feel a sense of dread. Did I let Tiffany wear them for her date last week? Oh, that skank. She stole my shoes. I will never talk to her again. No, I find them. Buried at the bottom of the pile tub of shoes. I owe Tiffany an apology, she's my best friend in the entire world. I love Tiffany. I try and send her mental hugs. I hope she gets them.

Placing my feet inside the shoes, my toes touch something, and I have to pull them out. I dig inside and see what it is. A Twenty pound note. It must have been from Tiffany for letting her borrow my shoes. She's so sweet sometimes. I pull the money out and put it in my pocket before sliding my foot back in. I tie the laces and skip into the living room. Jonathon is sitting there talking to Georgie. Jonathon is looking ever so adorable in a black shirt and a pair of Khaki trousers. Georgie, he's rocking a plain white T-shirt and some shorts. He never did like wearing trousers. I run up and give Jonathon a hug. He hugs back and picks me up a little, I let out a squeal. This is our normal greeting. He sets me down and I lean up to kiss him. He doesn't notice, and I end up kissing his chin. He'll make a good boyfriend.

Hey cutie. Ready to eat?

Sure, love. Wanna go to the Chippy down the road?

I guess. Ginger can tell you about how she's going to America this week.

The colonies, eh? You gonna take it back for us Brits?

I blush and kick the carpet a little. Sorry, Carpet!

I don't think I'll be taking it back, but I'm hopefully gonna spread some happiness. I have a ring name all ready to go. It's booked on the company's website and everything. Wanna hear it?

Sure.

I strike my wrestler pose and grunt a little. I did this pose when Georgie would watch wrestling as a kid. He always told me it made it look like I just kicked in the stomach. I told him I hope I don't get kicked in the stomach, then I'd pretend to vomit on him. He would laugh.

I'm GINGER SNAPS! GRRRRRRRRRRRR

Georgie laughs. I miss his laughter. Jonathon comes over and hugs me. He's laughing also.

You're totally menacing. I've got the most menacing girlfriend ever.

He called me his girlfriend. Sure, he was laughing at me as he said it, but he still said it. I don't know how to react. He holds me and laughs for a full minute while I try and process this. He lets go of me and George catches the look of pure shock on my face. Jonathon does not catch it right away.

Did you call me your girlfriend?

I ask sheepishly. Jonathon stammers through his response.

I did, yeah. Is that ok?

Girlfriend?

I repeat the question before everything goes black. Georgie will tell me later that I made a noise like a dog choking and then I collapsed backwards, and hit my head on the carpet with a thud. Sorry, again carpet.

I awaken in my bed, later. There is a warm towel on my head, and Jonathon is sitting by my feet. I am not wearing shoes or socks. I know this because my toes are cold. I do not like cold toes. This is the first thing I decide to tell Johnathon. I believe it's a good idea.

I don't like cold toes.

He looks confused. I decide maybe my dislike of cold toes wasn't the proper greeting. Oh well. Decisions were made, and now he knows I do not like my toes to be cold.

As my boyfriend, I thought you needed to know that.

You are so weird, Ginger. Did you pass out because of the girlfriend thing?

No, I passed out because of the joy of being a pro wrestler. And because you called me your girlfriend. But, that's not important. What is important is that I do not like cold toes. And I'm hungry. You want to get food now?

George and I ordered some kebabs while you were out. We made you a plate in the kitchen.

How long was I out?

An hour. You had me worried. Are you ok?

Aside from the cold toes, yes.

Ginger, stop with the cold toes. Wait, my legs are cold. Did he take my trousers off as well? I decide to look down and see. He did not. I'm just cold. Why am I so cold? I decide to ask him.

Why am I so cold?

He looks confused before kissing me. Smooth move, Ginger. Now your new boyfriend thinks you're mental.

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